MISTER FROST

MISTER FROST

Long before the day is born,

While under stars the earth is sleeping,

Long before the winter dawn,

Mister Frost comes creeping, creeping...

There beneath the star-bright sky,

Silently he passes by,

Silently he passes through,

Freezing all the night-born dew.

Like a gliding, moon-white dream,

Quietly, quietly he will pass,

Freezing low leaves on the bushes,

Freezing all the spreading grass.

Icy are his frosty fingers,

Icy is his frosty breath,

Freezing all the earth beneath,

And for some his touch is death.

When at last the light is dawning,

With the rising of the morning,

Like the night he'll sneak away,

He'll not stay to face the day.

But you'll know where he has been,

When you wake up with the brightness,

For, where everything was green,

You will see his icy whiteness.

While under stars the earth was sleeping,

Long before the winter dawn,

Long before the day was born,

Mister Frost came creeping, creeping.